Immortal Chant

I am the grey conqueror, he who's come by cold and storm
 The grey wolf called by the full moon, and the snarling beast hidden in the cold mist
 Brother Tree and Sister Stone
 Hear my call! Brother Thunder and Sister Night
 Announce my coming!
 May it's reflection be seen in the eye of the owl, and be amplified by the wolf's cry
 I'm the inborn hunting and the battle's fury
 The strangled breath of the escape and the vane hope of a refuge
 I'm the agony of the preyer and the red blood on the sword
 The creature suffocated gasp and the last plea before the void
 May glory walk beside me and death in the grey cloak follow
 May red poems of blood be traced by the cold steel in the pages of time
 I lift this immortal song, in memory of our fathers and in honour to our gods!
 May the past return to live in the shadow of the moutains
 In the darkness of the woods, and in the light of the plaines
 In the depth of the lakes, and at the heights of the glaciers
 In the grey humid mist, and in the hot mesmerizing sun
 Do not betray your fathers, and don't deny your instincts
 For we are the wolves for whom the preyer awaits
 Just like the old grey wolf, beneath the pale kiss of the moon
 We shout our war cry to the freezing sky we become death!
 So that nothing is betrayed
 Beneath this pale moon, I engrave my body is eternal signature of the corruptible flesh
 May night swallow day and the moon be tainted red!
 May the grey wolf return howling in the cold icy storm
 For nothing will ever be forgotten!
 May the spirits of my forefathers resurrect once more
 To erase the affronts inflicted to my land